its bloodshot eyes pierce like a sword, i try to speak but i cant mutter a word, the tears are rolling like a rocky river, they give it away as it violently shivers, its veins are no longer pumping they just sit placid, an empty bottle next to it the lable reads acid, why is this creature so miserable so sad? could its life be that bad? that its ending it now i'm no longer afraid, i just wish i could run&rush to its aid, but this is the best as the feeling come true, i think i'll join it for me and you.